Chapter 67 – Lyra Follows Her
The dawn came gray and cold, spilling its pale light over the broken ravine. The battlefield below was still — the stench of ash and blood clinging to the air. Kaelen’s soldiers gathered the wounded, while the last of Gavin’s corrupted army fled into the shadows.
Seren sat apart from them, wrapped in Kaelen’s torn cloak, silent as frost gathered at her lashes. The spell had drained her; her skin was cold, her pulse faint. She hadn’t spoken since the fight. Not even to Kaelen.
Lyra watched from a distance.
The Alpha was giving orders, his voice steady, but his eyes kept drifting to Seren as though checking she hadn’t vanished again. The mark that bound them pulsed faintly — a reminder of the mistake they’d both nearly paid for. Lyra could feel its echo in
